bury my corpse and turn it upside down so i don’t claw through my coffin crawlin up out the ground cause you don’t wanna see a p*ssed off blood suckin motha f*cker rabies infested just like a rat from the gutter frothy at the mouth teeth sharper than a needle one function in my cranium destroy and kill people and i’m good at what i do really ask any body the dead don’t talk but you can see how many bodies go missin and i’m wishin i could catch you all alone sink my fangs in ya veins leave ya drained to the bone like a human juice box with straw in ya eye socket cut ya tongue out and put that b*tch in my pocket

semen from a demon and the heart of a gypsy mixed em both together when the wicth was feelin tipsy add a little liqour little x a little blow and what’chu get next a mother f*ckin scarecrow always ready for the murder all about a homicide seen crawlin out the window on the day ya momma died and on the day ya momma cried when she found you in bed with ya throat slit skull spilt decapitated head blood drippin form the ceilin and the words on ya door read ya better run and hide because i’m comin for ya wh*r* i’m the sickest of the sickest and i got a little sickness never leave em breathen never leave a f*ckin witness

i’ll leave a hole in ya brain like you was kurt cobain i’ll make it rain out ya vein but no my name ain’t wayne ya feel pain when ya strain choked out with a chain and i don’t do it for the fame these blood stains ain’t a game rip your spine up out the skin and go to tell your next of kin then kill them one by one with grin and do it all a f*ckin gain i’m gone like the wind when i open your gut every incision with percision lovin every single cut and i’m bathin your ya blood til i’m the color a red take the crayola out ya artery and color you dead